few days to go

i am counting days. D-Day will come soon. very soon. and every time people ask me about me, my heart will go crazy. seriously. oh yes, there was a kenduri last Sunday. I was happy. really happy. I got to meet all my beloved family members. and I got a lot of hugs and kisses. and of course, my so beloved aunties and uncles and cousins kept teasing me about me going abroad, leaving my family, and being away from them. Am I ready? Of course not. Even though I really try to set my mind, that 2 years is not going to be long, but I have never been far away from my family. spoiled brat? perhaps you can say that. but mama and ayah have always been there, literally. how am I supposed to live without them? and these one and half year, I see them everyday and I am used to it. How am I going to adapt with the life without them? and yes, my beloved siblings. Oh God, please help me. I really don’t have a clue, how to overcome my homesickness. Ya Allah, please help me. give me strength.

splendid!

alhamdulillah, no words can describe my feeling. Alhamdulillah I manage to maintain my pointer since the first semester. oh anyways, results were out. I got the grade that I don’t think i deserve but Alhamdulillah. My lecturer is so kind. like, really kind. I need to see him and thank him for that.

well, Allah looks at the efforts, right? He knows how much we have struggled for certain things and he rewards us commensurately.

Thank you God. Now I feel better. much better. I just need to wait for the call. one week plus minus left. approximately. and Alhamdulillah, my final semester ended splendidly =)

football, soccer, futsal and dream.

i was watching football, Malaysia vs Vietnam when I have the idea of writing this entry. Well, watching Malaysian team playing on the field is very rare to me. I mean, I love football, I love them but I’m afraid to be disappointed with the result. pessimistic aren’t i? okay I know. my bad.

You know, every time I watch football, my mind will immediately flashed back to the times when I used to play futsal. You know what Futsal is? futsal is just like football (or American call it soccer), but with lesser player and smaller field. futsal is still fun and tiring though. before I start my first kick, I have always wanted to play football. like seriously. I love sports especially outdoor sports. I did not have the chance to play sports when I was in secondary years so when I have it during my years at the college, I did not miss the chance to try it. even though ayah was a bit mad when I told him about that. but eventually he bought me a pair of futsal shoes when I asked him. hehe. sayang ayah. It was fun. and what makes the game fun? because I have marvelous teammates. Raje, Cheqot, Wahidah, Jaja, Diana, Farah, AJ and Ara. and of course, the most gorgeous futsal’s advisor, Miss Diana. and not to be forgotten, the Coach and his girlfriend =)

and the point is, actually, whenever you have the chance to do what you like, or to achieve your dream, never lose it. you might regret it later. I regret it. because I have not touch the ball for almost 2 years ever since I stepped out of the college. So, grab every opportunity you have or you see, that can help you in pursuing your dreams. Because you can never know when will you have the same chance and opportunity. Love your dream.

Dear ADP,

dear Taylor’s (specifically ADP),

finally, my journey has officially ended. you know, it was not easy to adapt with you. During my first semester, I refused to talk to anyone. I refused to make friends with people. the only friends I have are Hanisah and Hafiz. It was hard to accept that finally I came to you. I just found it really frustrating to be with you. I hate your system. I didn’t like the people, the building, everything. I just could not find any reason to like you. So I wasted my first semester but I did not screw it up. alhamdulillah, despite the feelings, I managed to get a good pointer (not satisfying though) but alhamdulillah. Praise to Allah.

Dear ADP,

my second semester was horrible. I went through tough times. But thanks to Mr KC, my accountings lecturer and Ms Theresa, my calculus lecturer, I started to enjoy being an ADPian. I began to make friends, talk to people,  and open my heart to the fact that Taylor’s is the new home. And I started to make application for universities. Dear counselors, your helps made things easier.

Dear ADP,

my third semester was not that great. But not bad at all. Living with the idea of the final semester was thrilling but at the end, it was just an idea. the fact was that I still have another semester. But it does not matter. I enjoyed most of the classes, especially Interpersonal communication and Statistics. However, I do miss being at 12th floor. It was more home than the Wisma Subang.

Dear ADP,

finally, it is my final semester. Having only 2 subjects did not promised an easy way. It was still tough, though. But I made it through. The re-applications were still not that easy though but alhamdulillah, God has made things easier for me and my friend. and finally, the big day that I had been waiting was there. I successfully graduated from you. you, American Degree Transfer Program. It was not as beautiful as before but I do appreciate it. I was happy.

There were lots of ups and downs. Happiness, sadness, tears, laughters. they were all mixed up making a very nice sweet journey I ever had. Shall I forget? Of course not. I may not love being at Taylor’s as much as KMB but they both have taught me different things, different lessons about life. So I do appreciate Taylor’s as much as I appreciate KMB.

*cliche? perhaps. sorry hehe…

tomorrow

tomorrow is D-day that I will be officially graduating from Taylors. It should be amazing. It should be memorable. Who does not want to graduate, right?

i’ll write more tomorrow. or the day after tomorrow. It will not be a cliche post, I promise.

Peace, people! I love you all.

after one and half years

alhamdulillah, it might not be as excited as before, but still, no words can describe how happy i am. I will be graduating soon. oh not getting a degree of course. still has a long journey to go. and the papers were tough thou.  like, seriously. I don’t know. I did my best. just leave everything to the Almighty.

last night when I was revising accounting, mama called to to go outside, to the living room. and just when I stepped out of my room, I saw a big chocolate cheese cake with a candle on it. and a wish saying “good luck in your exam.” I was shocked. then mum told me to read the card. and I saw a lot of names. my fellow A07B classmates and of course, my best friend, Abyan. guess who planned it? of course him.

thank you sweetheart. thank you family. thank you people.

about a year ago

“bagus la kamu. tak berkurung dalam rumah. ada orang gagal sikit tak keluar rumah, berkurung je. baguslah kamu.”
-Raja Arina Safra’s abah

Rje’s abah said that to me when I went to Rje’s house last year (well, not really accurate, but sort of lah). It was really inspiring. Raja Arina Safra, if you’re reading this, say thanks to your Abah.